A sense of realization struck Yun Yang. It was true that the thick mist obscured their vision, but Mr. Nian must have his unique way of sensing God's Bones. The thick layer of fog was not at all an obstacle to him. It seemed that God's Bones was certainly unusual!
In the end, Mr. Nian left three bodies on the ground and stood up. Gazing at Yun Yang, he spoke distantly, "If Lord Supreme Cloud insists on your initial intention and wishes to take a few pieces of God's Bones to toy with, you can do it now. I ask for Lord Supreme Cloud to consider it as you go about the collection."
He smiled quite sadly and said, "The Four Seasons Tower's process of regathering God's Bones is bloody and damages the bodies, but we're rather careful. I hope Lord Supreme Cloud thinks about the deceased's remaining dignity."
"Naturally." Yun Yang nodded and forced a smile.